Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that wants to grow devil horns.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A copy of How To Always Say the Right Thing by Glorietta Axelrod
A piece of paper listing how many doors and how many wheels there are in the universe
A prince rupert's drop
A twinkling star
A Train Ticket between Lisbon to Portland
A Berenstein Bears DVD
A Lotus flower (uneaten)
A 2:1 scale model of Jupiter
A map of Kenosha, Wisconsin
A Grapefruit scented candle

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